#aitosgn

@aitosgn

jisung has done a lot of embarrassing things in his life. he's said a lot of embarrassing shit to ensure he has the attention of his viewers-- will say wild things and spin tales that are amusing and funny just for the sake of a little attention. all in all, jisung doesn't mind being a little embarrassing, but something about sitting down outside his hall as it's checked to ensure there isn't a fire anymore, no matter how small jisung said it was.

he shoots an awkward smile to the passerbys and curious eyes, adjusting the glasses on his face as he leans against the wall in his pajamas, arms crossed as he tries not to die in his embarrassment. at least he'll have a fun title for his next video, which makes him look a little lighter on the situation.

🤡A GOOFY TEXT

(TXT: BESCHÜTZE KLEINER AITO): LIL AITO WHERE ARE YOU(TXT: BESCHÜTZE KLEINER AITO): wow lil aito(TXT: BESCHÜTZE KLEINER AITO): sounds like a rap name(TXT: BESCHÜTZE KLEINER AITO): or a street name(TXT: BESCHÜTZE KLEINER AITO): HAVE YOU BEEN OUT ON THE STREETS GETTING STREET CRED WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE(TXT: BESCHÜTZE KLEINER AITO): YOU KNOW IT’S UNSAFE YOU HAVE TO TELL ME THESE THINGS LIL AITO

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     he’s on his way to the cafe, a somewhat manic expression on his face considering the fact that he’s had two coffees today already, but he needs another one. he can feel himself crashing after needing to work with a randomized group in one of his classes today because talking with others had completely drained all and any energy he had gotten from the last coffee. 

     stepping into the cafe while he’s deep in thought, wooseok greets the worker behind the counter who just gives him a look. he’s not having it today though, and he just shakes his head. “i have two papers to edit for tonight,” he shoots back in explanation before he orders another coffee, staying away from the extra espresso shots for now and he glances at @aitosgn as well, making a face. “don’t judge me—i haven’t slept in two days and i need the coffee okay.” he also orders a slice of cake, thinking that he might need the sugar since he’s not getting the extra caffeine. yet.

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he watched the younger man's fast finger movements, while his character was resurrected. those these were the hands of a future game designer. his eyes went back to the screen, when he was ready to rumble with his champion again. when they've finished up their game, he pushed aside his laptop and tapped aito's shoulder, before signing him "you teach coding me?". gikwang was naturally a very curious guy which was why he had all kind of interests and nowadays it was coding for video games just like he had shown interest in korean sign language before.

the older man smiled at aito with a bright smile, somehow he usually ended up asking the other boy to teach him in different disciplines. but if it weren't for his curiosity, the two of them would have probably never met. he still chuckled at the first time they had met, how he had heard about a deaf student and how the thought of being able to communicate with deaf patients as well, had lead him to the decision to approach aito nonchalantly. he still remembered how flustered he was after catching up to the boy and actually <i>asking</i> him, despite knowing of his deafness. thank god he had prepared a little note beforehand, asking the same question again in clean letters. and thank god aito had been kind enough to actually give in to his request.

TW: toxic masculinity, negative thoughts

Only girls do that. You can’t do that. You’re a boy. 

The sentences keep roaming in his head, it were words he grew up with, he didn’t see his parents much as a child, but when he saw them then they would say those words often. In the beginning he was their sweet perfect child, but that day when he found his mom’s nail-polish and put it on, they began thinking something was wrong with him, because nail-polish? That was only for girls, at least that’s what his parents always told him. From that day on he was still their perfect kid, just except he was too girly, they believed there was something wrong with him. So they began ‘’curing’’ Kang, started trying to figure out how they could stop him from liking those things. They hided the nail-polish and the make up, all the girly things from him, when that didn’t work, they began firing the maids, butlers and other people who seemed to support him in his hobby. They basically tried everything, but nothing really worked, and then they settled on that he was so weird because he had no friends, hence he was sent to Seongnam University, Kang hated the idea at first, but through time started liking not being home schooled.

But despite all this? Despite how they had treated him their whole life? Despite they never had really been there for him, and they never really had been his parents? He loves them oh so much. He buys them gifts, makes them gifts, works hard singly for them, tries to call them as often as he can, tells them he loves them, because he does, he really does love him. And deep down he likes to believe that they love him too, that they just don’t understand his hobbies, and that there isn’t something wrong with him, but that they just don’t understand. And where has loving them so much let him to? Crying. Making him skip class to cry. He’s crying enough to not even notice that somebody sees him, but then he notices them, immediately he blushes.

“Ah shit, how embarrassing” he whispers.

🤡 ; goofy

   ( outgoing … aito )✦ you think i should go for a mohawk✦ i was in a video deep dive and some ppl look really cool...✦ u think i should go for it??

💖 ; loving

  ( outgoing … aito )✦ hey, if you need anything, just let me know, alright?✦ you’re a really cool guy and it’s just really nice having you as a friend✦ you’re the coolest in lim village ~~ 

🤐  ; awkward

 ( outgoing … aito )✦ hey you don’t happen to have like an extra pair of pants or smth right now do you✦ DON’T ASK QUESTIONS JUST. I NEED A PAIR OF PANTS 

💤 ; half-asleep

( outgoing … aito )✦ do you have loud neighhbors how do u get them to be quiet ✦ i hav an 8am and mtired what do i doooooooo  

😊 ; happy

he wakes up, immediately wanting to do something spontaneous, perhaps its his chaotic nature speaking to him. he had spent the entire morning looking at tattoo inspirations to get, mainly wanting something like shin hyung, but with his own flare in the mix. he grabs his phone by the table, beside his laptop:

(txt: plaketket group chat) kaiser: i want to get a tattoo (txt: plaketket group chat) kaiser: like shin hyung (txt: plaketket group chat) kaiser: but not like shin hyung

he needed some support, some rallying and maybe lily noona would shoot him down and tell him that it’s a bad idea, only to later stamp a pentagram onto her forehead whilst she’s asleep and tell her she was sleep walking and being possessed, give her a little spook. but hopefully, he wouldn’t have to resort to that. their little vacation to the haunted house was not very haunted, if anything it was quite liberating. an odd thought that negative energy would fuel his own positivity, unfathomable at best, but also somewhat amusing. he was sure shin would understand, he was rational unlike lily. and he couldn’t believe they used to be a thing, a weird thing, did she try to make shin a believer like her? 

closing the tabs on his laptop as he reaches for his phone again:

(txt: plaketket group chat) kaiser: lily noona can get a pentagram on her forehead to ward off evil spirits

          in the past, she expected an event like this to be cute, memorable, precious if she had a boyfriend. lantern festivals are already among her favorite type of events, tangled had done that to her, and it shows in the tapestry she had hanging in her room at home for the longest time, especially during high school. it would’ve been, should’ve been, if her boyfriend wasn’t oh sehun. more accurately, if her relationship wasn’t fake and merely contractual. he doesn’t even like the spirit of the event, to decorate a lantern as if adoring it in your hopes and dreams, a wish written with a optimistic heart tied along with it, flying as light and free as the light it gleams with. 

          but why does it make her feel so dejected when she doesn’t even like him? why does she let him affect her mood at all when she’s surrounded by so much light and she knows he isn’t an advocate for her happiness? why does she let him affect her at all? they’re questions she doesn’t want to dwell on and she’s glad to get a few moments away from him while he talks to someone else. when she spots someone she knows, that she’s been getting to know little by little, lara suddenly has renewed hope in tonight still becoming a treasured memory.